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MOB
vs. MOG by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 9-24-09
This
is my first go around as Mother of the Bride and it’s been fine so far. We’ve
got the gown, got the favors, lined up the photographer, talked to the wedding
coordinator at the church. Yesterday we lucked onto just what we were needing...
Parade
honoring mothers-in-law drew thousands by Delbert Trew 6-16-09
The
story begins in the hard, dry, financially troubled year of 1934 when Gene Howe,
editor and publisher of the Amarillo Globe-News Corporation and his "Tactless
Texan" newspaper column somehow offended his mother-in-law Nellie Donald... An
Evening In Paris With Mom by Maggie Van Ostrand
"Someone was wearing
Evening In Paris perfume the other day. The scent of it instantly reminded me
of Mom; I haven't smelled Evening In Paris since we lost her, yet its fragrance
transported me back to my childhood and to the Mother's Day when I spilled a precious
bottle of it."An
Introduction of Two Persons 3-9-09
From
"The Americanization of Edward Bok: The Autobiography of a Dutch Boy Fifty
Years After"
“Make the world a bit more beautiful and better because you
have been in it.” Juicy
TomaToes by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 4-11-09
Here’s
a news flash – I am crazy about my daughters. I am thinking about them because
they are out of town today. And it occurs to me that the word "love" is entirely
insufficient. One word is not enough for it... Milton’s
Rosenberg Library by Bill Cherry 4-3-09
Tripo
and Adele made sure that Milton and Elaine learned to pride Galveston, a city
where, for an example, all of the knowledge they could ever possibly need was
in store for them at the Rosenberg Library, and at no cost. Adele took them there
every week...
“And His Mama Cries” by N.
Ray Maxie
4-1-09
“And
His Mama Cries” is words in the lyrics of a popular song titled “In The Ghettos”
sung by Elvis Presley. I remember well, hearing the recording real frequently
when, during the 1960's and ‘70's, I regularly worked the late night shift in
and around Houston’s big notorious ghettos. But this story is about a different
time and different place. Many years and much distance removed from the above.Drivin’
Me Crazy by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 8-26-09
In
just a few short weeks my youngest child will get his learner’s permit...
Wedding
Belles by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 3-27-09
Older
Daughter is getting married... I learned very early on in the planning process
exactly what my role will be... Wedding
Nightmare by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 8-3-09
It
is approximately 140 days until the wedding and some hidden time bomb of a countdown
timer in my brain must have just kicked on. I can imagine it like a big red alarm
clock – the old fashioned kind with two bells on top – nestled snugly in the soft
folds of my gray matter tick tock, tick tocking away... How
Women Think or How They Don’t Think by Peary Perry 3-25-09
Your
child can be fifty years old and their mother will still have their drawings from
the first grade....
My Funny Valentine
by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 2-7-09
I
have received some wonderful gifts from my children over the years. I have received
many different things, necklaces, bracelets, fairies, angels, boys and girls,
made out of macaroni. I have received glazed and fired clay elephants, rhinos,
fairies, angels, boys and girls... But I wanted to tell you about my best Valentine.
Mother’s
Wash Day Monday on the Farm by N. Ray Maxie 2-1-09
Throughout the years, on our family farm at least, sure as death and taxes, Mondays
were always wash day...No
Place for Sissies by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 1-9-09
Bette Davis is famously quoted as saying, “Old age ain’t no place for sissies.”
I’m here to tell you, if you haven’t had the dubious pleasure of discovering it
for yourself, that taking care of elderly parents is no picnic either. And it
is an experience that more and more of us are going to be sharing as the years
pass. October
Barrel by Mike Cox 9-25-08
Eight-year-old
Viola Helen Anderson did not grasp that the U.S. stood on the brink of a financial
crisis that would come to be called the Panic of 1906. All the San Angelo girl
cared about was that her daddy had died... Pickle
Intervention by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 10-1-08
It
is a sad day when a young adult child is confronted with the realization that
her parents are not super-heroes, that they are not members of some omnipotent,
omniscient, immortal race of superior beings... Turning
into Mom by Maggie Van Ostrand
5-8-08
Most of us remember our moms with affection, or occasionally, dislike. But we
always remember them, even when they're not around any more. I turned out to be
more like my mom than I could ever have expected...Elective
by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 11-5-07
There are good things
about having grown children and not so good things about it. Big kids are, for
one thing, much harder to cuddle... Big
Babies by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal 5-11-07
"It is a sad day in a mother's life when she suddenly realizes that her daughters
do not consider her to be the font of all knowledge; from what is polite, to what
is fashionable, to when one might reasonably give up on DayQuil and make a trip
to the doctor's office. It is like losing something, losing a public office perhaps,
or ..."
Bad
Mothers by Maggie Van Ostrand 5-11-07
It's difficult
to write this story about University researchers in Canada coming up with the
unpleasant fact that mothers take better care of "good looking" children than
they do "ugly" ones.
Brotherhood of Motherhood
by Peary Perry 4-25-07
There exists in our society today a brotherhood much larger than that of cops.
This is the Brotherhood of Motherhood. Sam's
Mother-in-Law by Mike Cox 3-30-07
"Despite
the rocky beginning of their relationship, Sam Houston treated Mrs. Nancy Lea,
his mother-in-law, with all due respect. He must have learned to accept her eccentricities
as well, like the lard incident..." Autograph
book reveals mother's girlhood by Delbert Trew 2-1-07
...Naoma was only 8 years old and the first entry was by her father who wrote,
"Love many and trust few, but always paddle your own canoe. Respectfully, your
Papa." The second entry was by her mother who penned: "Dear Naoma, Keep a watch
on your words my dear for words are a wonderful thing. They are sweet like the
bee's honey, or like bees they have a terrible sting. Lovingly, your Mama."...
Gram
and Daffodils by Robert Cowser 2-1-07
"One
afternoon in the early spring shortly after my younger brother and I had arrived
home from school, Mary brought Gram, as John called his grandmother, to visit
my family. Mary wanted Gram to meet our family. She also wanted Gram to see the
daffodils in bloom in the pasture across the road from our house..."
Blame
it on the Boogie by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal
It was a typical afternoon.
Nothing very exciting, nothing too out of the normal course of an afternoon. I
have been thinking and thinking, trying to define what particular event might
have pushed my youngest son Andy irrevocably into his Adolescent Angst phase...
Mother
by Mike Cox
She used to sit in the lap of the legendary old Texas Ranger Capt.
John R. Hughes and pull his white beard and ask him questions about the Wild West.
She remembered when soldiers on horseback gave a public parade every Sunday at
Fort Bliss... Harvey
Girls and Juke Quarters by Delbert Trew
"My mother was a Harvey Girl...
At 16 years of age, she left home for the first time, signed a Harvey Girl contract
and moved into a room above the restaurant alongside the railroad track at Temple...."
"For the first time in their lives, they had shiny black shoes, hose
and fine underwear, plus black skirts and starched white aprons to wear each day."
... Nesting
by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal
"...Friends,
something truly wonderful has happened to me and I want to share it for those
of you who are one or two steps behind me on the life experience ladder...."Love
You, Ociffer! by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal
It takes a very special person
to work the night shift successfully.Monsters
of Big Creek by George Lester
A Mother's Wisdom Don't
go Near the Water, Son, Until You Learn to Swim by N. Ray Maxie
My mother,
the kindhearted, nurturing and caring person that she was, became extremely over-protective
of us kids during the 1930's and 40's. She was raised through some mighty tough
times and later, the Great Depression. When
Traveling in Mexico, Leave Your Pantyhose At Home by Maggie Van Ostrand
Meeting the relatives of Keiko, my son Jason's beautiful wife.Bring
Me the Head of My Least Favorite Nephew by John Troesser
In back of many
lunch counters and cash registers in Texas and around the South, there is a sign
that states: "If Mama Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy." It is mildly amusing if
it was a family member who put the sign up. It isn't funny at all if "mama" herself
put it up. This is a story of a son who tried to please "mama" a little too enthusiastically
... Neta's
Snake Tale by Neta Rhyne
"Our oldest daughter started college in
1989 and since employment opportunities are few and far between in remote west
Texas I began looking for ways to make money. One evening while reading the local
paper I came across a want ad which read "Wanted Live Rattlesnakes" will pay $6.00
per pound. Now catching live rattlesnakes was not on my list of things I wanted
to do but considering how many rattlers there are in these parts I figured this
could be a profitable enterprise."Women
Want Details, Men Cut to the Chase by Peary Perry
How come when babies are born, the way men describe them is entirely
different from women?Grandparenthood
by Peary Perry
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